Competition: GJW Preparations do you train or party?

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GJW Preparations do you train or party?

Prompt:

Describe what your character will be doing to prepare for the upcoming GJW. With the recent release of the GJW Fiction update titled Endgame what does your character do now to prepare? Whether it be a story on their mediation, exercises, martial arts practice, or even if they spend their time boozing it up leading to the war. How does your character prepare for the upcoming fight? Humorous entries will be more than welcome as well for this.

Submission Details:

Write a fiction, at minimum 250 words, that is either a dialogue heavy fiction covering what your character is doing to prepare. Acceptable formats include word, pdf, or pages, but pdf is preferred. Songs that would help add to your story would be optional, but add a better taste to your characters taste in preparation music.

Grading Criteria:

Grading will be based on the Fiction Rubric.

Competition Information
Organized by
Maximus Alvinius, Zeline Nemesis
Running time
2017-09-30 until 2017-10-12 (13 days)
Target Unit
Entire DJB
Competition Type
Fiction
Awards
Second Level Crescents and Clusters of Ice as per VOICE guidelines
Participants
18 subscribers, of which 5 have participated.
Results
Member
Master Bentre Stahoes
File submission
GJW_Prep_14185.pdf
Placement
1st place
Member
Hyle Alihandross
File submission
HA_Prep.pdf
Placement
2nd place
3rd place
Volksven
Member
Volksven
File submission
GJW_Preparations_do_you_train_or_party_.pdf
Textual submission

Freyr grew impatient.
“Volksven, pass the salar platter.”
The dining hall was packed with all of the brothers and sisters, related by blood or by oath, feasting on their final meal together before the war. Freyr, Volksven’s older brother, sat next to him at the long, oak table, having asked for the fish platter thrice.
“Volksven, are you even listening?”
Hilda, seated on the other side of Volksven, poked at his side and laughed. The hall was extremely loud, with shouts of fellowship and brotherhood steadily increasing, but Volksven remained completely unresponsive.
“Volksven, pass the GODDAMN SALAR!” Freyr spat.
Eyes opening with a sudden jolt, Volksven calmly replied,
“I was meditating, brother.”
Hilda giggled once more, and Freyr shifted in his seat, cocking an eyebrow and resting his arm over the back of Volksven’s chair. Volksven appeared sedated, trapped in a prison of thoughts.
“This is no time to… meditate,” Freyr mocked. “Get in the spirit of things brother, learn to let go of your worries.”
Freyr raised his cup of kothri and nodded, gulping it down. Hilda circled an elegant finger around the top of her glass, looking down at her half-eaten plate of factryr meat pie. Volksven sighed, realizing his anxious attitude affected those around him.
“I apologize, yet I cannot help but worry about the future.”
Unsympathetically, Freyr rolled his eyes.
“Do you think you are the only one with that issue?”
His inquiry caused Volksven to wince.
“No, not at all. It’s just that—”
“No, Volksven. Spend more time living, and less time worrying about when you will no longer be living.”
Volksven pondered his brother’s declaration, and Freyr took a sip of his drink.
He exclaimed “Shab, this drink is terrible. What’s it take to get a glass of tihaar around here?”
Volksven grinned at his brother’s statement. Ever since their last visit to Mandalore, Freyr became obsessed with Mandalorian culture—and not just because of its warrior past. Freyr believed that his body was fueled by good foods and good liquors, two things he always filled up on before a battle.
“Oh, brother, if only you meditated a few times before battle, you wouldn’t need all of the alcohol.”
Nearly choking on laughter, Freyr retorted “Maybe if you had fun now and then, you wouldn’t have time to be so morose!”
Though not meant as an insult, Fryer’s words hit a sensitive spot in Volksven’s heart. He was always tense before war, along with the most sensitive.
“You are right Freyr. Only time will tell of our fate, but I intend to raise the chances of survival any ways I can.”
With a firm slap delivered to Volksven’s back, Freyr yelled,
“Then less talking, more eating, brother. Worrying is only helping you reach death without accomplishing anything.”

Placement
3rd place
Member
Ranger Kant Lavar
File submission
GJW_Preparations_8505.pdf
Placement
4th place
5th place
Mauro Wynter
Member
Mauro Wynter
File submission
Readying_for_War.docx
Placement
5th place